Hey, Baby, Whats Wrong
[ Season 6 | Episode: 6 ]

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Valentine's Day

Criss:

Liz! There's someone in the apartment![singing] There's someone who thinks you're special, in every single way; who wrote this song to wish you a happy Valentine's day. And the chorus goes here. Yeah, this is where the chorus goes.

Liz:

Criss.

Criss:

I didn't have time to write it! But the chorus goes here. Yeah! This is the chorus!

Liz:

Criss! Criss! It's OK. I really don't care about Valentine's.

Criss:

But you're a lady. … Right? Why haven't I seen photos of you as a baby?

Liz:

You know what I like to celebrate on February 14th? The 1920 founding of the League of Women's Voters in Chicago, Illinois. Interesting fact: they were suppose to meet on the 13th but they all got lost.

Criss:

But Valentine's day is fun, Liz! I wrote you a song, I found you an awesome clip on Youtube.

You're kidding, right? It's New York on Valentine's. You need a reservation.

Criss:

All right, so I'll make one. Right now!

Liz:

No, It's too late. Happy League of Women's Voters Day.

Criss:

Look, I've got a better idea. I will make you dinner at home: mashed potatoes in a martini glass, we'll open some of that wine we didn't give the super at Christmas because you decided it'd come off as racist.

Liz:

Oh, I'm glad we gave him those GED book instead.

Criss:

We're going to use real silverware, we'll light some candles, we'll play the soundtrack to 'Major League'.

Liz:

You're making fun of me but that love song is awesome.

Criss:

All in the comfort of our living room.

Liz:

Look, Criss, you need to know what you're up against, here. I am 0 for 40 on Valentine's day.

Carol:

I will waste you!

Liz:

You'll have to go through this old bastard first!

Liz:

[Gasp] Bon Jovi!

Jack:

No, no, no, no, no! Lemon!

Drew:

Uh, Liz, you know, my mom did just die.

Liz:

Will you be my Valentine?

Boy:

I just realized I'm gay.

Liz:

If this is going to be un-terrible for the first time ever, I'm not eating off a coffee table.

Criss:

Well you know, for thousands of years, Japanese diners have used traditional tatami mats [Liz’s stomach growls] Oh OK, no, no, no; we'll get a real table. But, we're going to need one by tonight.

Liz:

That leaves us only one option: we--as a couple--are going to IKEA.

Pent Up

Liz:

Were you playing golf? It's freezing out.

Jack:

Yes, I was. In Avery's absence, I've extra time each day to, uh, how do I put this, release some energy.

Liz:

Are we talking about something gross?

Jack:

My animus have become pent up.

Liz:

Why don't you just come out and say you haven't had mommy daddy sheet monster times?

Jack:

I'm not about to cheat on the woman I love and I've never mommy-daddy-sheet-monster-ed myself.

Liz:

Never? Not even during the 'Love Boat' reunion? Anyway, sorry you're alone. I certainly know what it's like to have a crummy Valentine's day.

Dennis:

We're not going to Chili's until I hit one. Go tell the guy the machine's not fast enough.

Jack:

I would kill to get hit in the crotch by a baseball today. Not only is my wife twelve thousand miles away, my mother-in-law has decided to visit.

Liz:

Oh no! I've never had a mother-in-law but I have seen 'Everybody Loves Raymond': "Debra, where's the figurine I gave you? Raymond, I gave Debra a figurine." "Ma!"

Jack:

The Jessups are very white and very proper. The first Jessup moved to this country in 1760 to avoid an embarrassing re-gifting incident.

Man:

But, my lord, I gave you these dueling pistols last Yuletide.

Man:

Yes, of course. Now, if you'll excuse me.

Jack:

It's been difficult to get Diana to acknowledge the reality of what's happened to her daughter.

Liz:

What is she, an Egyptian crocodile? Because she's in de-nile. I've had two coffees! Anyway, you'll be happy to hear that I'm giving Valentine's a second chance this year--

Jack:

Oh and here we are on six. What a shame. I felt like we were just getting started.

The Nerve Center

Kenneth:

Hazel, most people think of Valentine's day as the celebration of the burning of a Catholic loudmouth, but it's also about love.

Hazel:

And escort prices going way up.

Kenneth:

OK, so how appropriate that on Valentine's I introduce you to the new love of your life: this job and everyone here? This is kind of the nerve center of TGS. the page desk.

Hazel:

I've had a desk before. I managed a haunted house upstate but, as you know, the haunted house industry is a real boys club. Sure it's hard, changing careers at my age.

Kenneth:

Oh, I wouldn't know anything about being too old for something.

Hazel:

But here I am, in New York, living at a 24-hour Fitness just ready to be inspired!

Oh, no, that's what it's supposed to do. I want to make sure it doesn't cause seizures.

Borrow Pete

Jenna:

Sorry to crash this sausage party--

Liz:

Unnecessary!

Jenna:

-but I have an emergency. Sebastian, the producer of 'America's Kidz Got Singing' OD-ed last night in Guy Fieri's apartment.

Liz:

Oh my god, that's terrible!

Jenna:

Terrible for me! Tonight's our first live show, I'm singing, and we don't have a line producer, so I need to borrow Pete.

Liz:

On Valentine's day? No, Pete's got to go home to his wife.

Pete:

Actually Paula didn't want to do anything for Valentine's, so she's just going out to dinner with her tennis instructor, Mark.

Jenna:

Perfect. Soundcheck's at 1. I'm having Sebastian's lucky earring sent from the morgue. Wear it.

Take My Advice

Liz:

So you're not spending tonight with Paul?

Jenna:

No, Paul's been performing on a transvestite cruise for the last month; it's called "Carribbean Queens: No More Love on the Run". Billy Ocean is furious and very litigious, but he's powerless as long as they stay in international waters.

Liz:

… Sure. Since you asked, Criss and I are going to IKEA.

Jenna:

For the hate-sex after your fight? Good idea!

Liz:

No! We're not going to fight. We're getting one thing. I have a plan.

Frank:

Nah, you're going to fight. IKEA's where I use to go to pick up newly single, vulnerable chicks. I've gotten women there two, three points hotter than me so, you know, fours!

Liz:

Look, I don't want to go but we need a table and if Criss thinks he's the guy to get Liz Lemon on board with St. Lame-entimes Nay--

Jenna:

Oh honey, that sucks.

Liz:

--we better be able to survive a simple trip to IKEA.

Jenna:

No, Liz, don't test it, especially this early in the relationship. It's like when Mickey Rourke tested his catapult on me.

Maybe I'm hitting them too hard. And I should not have walked past that sporting goods store where the mannequins have nipples. And what race were those mannequins because their skin was gray. They were like faceless sex aliens.

Diana:

Jack.

Jack:

Oh! Diana. You're here. I thought you would be at the house.

Diana:

Oh yes, I dropped my bags off and shook hands with the baby but I wanted to come talk to you about Avery's sitatuion.

Jack:

Now what situation is that? According to your Christmas letter, Avery is in Asia on business. You know that she was kidnapped by the North Korean secret police.

Diana:

Don't be vulgar. As we said in the letter, she'll be back soon with some charming Asian ceramics.

Jack:

Ah ha. I'm sorry, but who is this "we" you keep referring to? Your husband has been dead for fifteen years.

Diana, I know that Jessups don't like to talk about unpleasant matters, but sometimes I feel like I'm the only person trying to get Avery back.

Diana:

Well, that is what I wanted to discuss. It has been months and I feel like nothing has happened.

Jack:

Diana, extracting an American from North Korea is a, uh--

Diana:

Ahem.

Jack:

--is a lot more difficult than organizing a round robin paddle tennis tournament.

Diana:

What about organizing three round robin paddle tennis tournaments?

Jack:

I heard that one of them was a disaster.

Diana:

Who told you that? Bibi Butler? Oh, she's trying to destroy me. This situation has become embarrassing. One of Frederick's old Washington friends has some connections with the Transylvanian consulate at the United Nations. I made an appointment for both of us.

Jack, perhaps you're not having success because of that attitude. I find you catch more flies with honey.

Jack:

First of all, why do you want flies?

Diana:

Our appointment is at 11.

Jack:

Struth, what a bulldingered Valentine's Day.

Diana:

Oh and Jack? I speak Australian.

We Have a Plan

Criss:

Wow, that ferry ride was the first time we've ever been on a boat together, unless you count that time when the goose chased you into the Central Park boat pond.

Liz:

Criss, I need to ask you something: have you ever been to an IKEA? Do you know what we're walking into?

Woman:

You know what, I like myself. I have good taste in drapes!

Man:

I wish I'd died in Ho-Chi-Min and never met you!

Criss:

Whoa, what was that?

Liz:

Not us! We are a good team and we have a plan! We are going to go in and get the Kürtz with the birch veener and then go home and have an amazing night together. I just got my period.

Criss:

Liz, what are you worried about? Come on, this is going to be fun.

Man:

I'm going back for those cute bowls.

Woman:

I swear to God I will stab you!

Prepare for an Adventure

Lutz:

So tense! Just like my mom's back.

Frank:

Dude. What was that?

Lutz:

I just don't want to be alone today. Forty-eight years and I haven't had one good Valentine's.

Frank:

Man, if I weren't with Lynn now, we could team up. Valentine's day is the perfect time to meet vulnerable women--it's scumbag Christmas!

Lutz:

Just tell me what to do.

Frank:

Look, guys like us have to pick low-hanging fruit: we look like Farside drawings so we go where women are sad, desperate, and weak: cat shelters, blood banks, the ice cream stand at a Celtic Woman concert--and we strike!

Tracy:

Another good place is the beauty salon where white girls try to do black hair: sisters come out crying, feeling all bad about themselves, and we walk up on them all "Hey baby, what's wrong?"

Frank:

"Hey baby, what's wrong?" You're married, I actually have a girlfriend; all of our dirtbag knowledge is going to go to waste!

Tracy:

No it's not! Lutz, prepare for an adventure of a lifetime, then after we watch 'Fievel Goes West' we are going to get you some action!

Get in the Game

Pete:

Hey. You needed to see me?

Jenna:

Did you book a female hair person for me tonight? Who's Karen? I need someone named Trentinz or-or Beeno. Get in the game Pete, your star is freaking out!

Pete:

What are you freaking out about? You sing live all the time.

Jenna:

This is different. It's not some rinky-dink late night show that a bald idiot produces, it's the largest audience I've ever performed for and after spending all season ripping cute kids new ones, everyone wants me to fail.

Billy Bush:

Tomorrow night on 'American Kidz Got Singing', the judge becomes the oppposite of a judge. Come on guys, a little effort. Jenna Maroney's singing live and all of America is just waiting for that [bleep] to get [bleep]-ed over and over with a [bleep]. Nice bleeping. Sorry about earlier.

Pete:

Jenna, you need to relax.

Jenna:

Listen up, if tonight isn't a huge Jiumph--which is short for Jenna triumph--it's on you! And like all celebrities, I'm very good at shifting the blame. *I* attacked Nancy Kerrigan.

Dog and Pony Shows

Man:

Did you get my message?

Man:

Yes, Your Excellency. And I also wish you a very happy Valentine's day.

Diana:

He said it'll be another hour. The assistant attaché has a few minutes around 14:30.

Jack:

14:30? You do know that this office is in America. Do you see a fourteen on my watch?

Guy:

Yeah, it's the date. Happy Valentine's day.

Jack:

Haha, that's cute. And what insolvent country do you come from?

Guy:

New Jersey. I'm just weirdo.

Diana:

Will you please stop being so hostile? You're just making everything worse. No wonder you haven't accomplished anything.

Jack:

You know what, Avery loved a good fight. She used to call the cable company to dispute our bill just for the sport of it. She wouldn't stand for this dog and pony show.

Diana:

I have organized several dog and pony shows and I'm offended by what you're implying.

Jack:

How are you Avery's mother?

Diana:

We have a few things in common, Jack. We both married much, much, older men, which can be hard, or more often, flaccid.

Jack:

I have an idea, maybe we just don't talk at all, maybe we sit quietly and read our, uh, … soccer magazine.

Like Owner, Like Lizard

Kenneth:

[Sigh] Mr. Jordan's lizard, Jeremy, is always escaping and biting everyone. Like owner, like lizard! Oh my. So that's why Mr. Jordan got him a GPS collar. Now it's easier to find--huh. Well that can't be; it says he's inside the room.

Hazel:

Maybe you're reading it wrong?

Kenneth:

Three feet, two feet, it says he's right on top of us.

Hazel:

Oh! Oh my god, my face! He's mating with my mouth!

Kenneth:

He likes you!

Got It

Tracy:

Here's a good one, go to a strip club on father's day and shout things like, "I'm proud of you!"

Frank:

Classic.

Jenna:

Where's Pete? I just dyed my gums because I want them to pop on camera but now they're burning.

Frank:

Another way to meet damaged women is to hang out with actresses.

Jenna:

Actresses? Where? How young are they? I'll do nudity.

Tracy:

Back in the day, I used to work as a stock boy in a chic uptown department store called 'Ray-Ray's Discount Clothes Bucket'. I would go to the swimsuit section and switch the tags. I'd take a size 6 and put a size 12 sticker on it and then some big girl would try to squeeze into it and come out the dressing room like, "I've gotten bigger! Why do I even bother dieting?" And I'm all like, "Hey baby, what's wrong?"

Frank:

"Hey baby, what's wrong?"

Jenna:

You know, a great place to meet vulnerable women is WeightWatchers. I did Watchers to stay pageant fit, but it was too much math for a six year old. Thank god for cigarettes.

Lutz:

"WeightWatchers". Got it.

Tracy:

And if worse comes to worse, make the lady feel vulnerable. Check this out. [throws cereal on Hazel] Oh baby, did someone throw cereal on you? Let's get you out of these wet clothes.

Buying stuff for tonight to make it awesome. Look: salt and pepper shakers, you put them together it makes a heart.

Liz:

Take them apart: two red sperms. We're not getting that.

Criss:

What's with the neggy vibe? Jeez. I can get things.

Liz:

Not if you're not paying for them! Let's go get that table buddy.

Man:

IKEA …

The UN is Useless

Man:

First things first. I am from Transylvania but I am not a vampire. I'm just a night owl with a terrible garlic allergy. So this is regarding that boy who went missing in my castle?

Jack:

No, we're here about my wife.

Diana:

My daughter, Avery Jessup. She's in North Korea.

Man:

Ah yes, the Jessup case. [dials phone] Yes, I would like to speak to Kim-Jong Un immediately. That is unacceptable! … I understand. [hangs up] The operator wouldn't let me dial long distance. So, thank you both for coming.

Jack:

Oh, well. That is exactly what I expected would happen.

Diana:

Oh does that hurt? Well I'm so sorry. Well that is just the beginning, you … penis! This isn't some idiotic civil war in some country without oil, this is *my* *favourite* daughter and she is a beautiful, white American! So why the fudge isn't everyone fudging freaking the fudge out?!

Jack:

She's right. You are a penis!

Man:

I am going to call security. One of the guys has a whistle. [Diana rips the phone cord out of the jack[ Vampire push.

Jack:

Did you just threaten her? I want you to apologize to this woman right now. I am a very powerful man. I can see to it that Transylvania never sees another episode of 'Friends'.

Man:

No! Monica and Chandler just slept together in London. [to Diana] I'm sorry.

Jack:

OK, now admit the UN is useless.

Man:

It is! Half the building is a laser tag arena!

Diana:

Admit it's annoying when Bono comes around.

Man:

Oh! It's the worst! Every time, he says he's not hungry when we collect money for pizza and then he eats like three slices!

Jack:

Oh you disgust me. Come on let's go. Oh and Chalkula, at Monica and Chandler's wedding, *Rachel*'s the one who's pregnant!

Man:

Hiss!

A Metaphor

Liz:

Uh, finally! Tables!

Criss:

Stop walking so close to me! I'm sorry, heh heh. It's this place. But also, if you would just let me get a few steps ahead of you first and then you walk?

Liz:

I found it.

Criss:

Nice!.

Liz:

What?

Criss:

I don't know, it's nice. It's just I don't know if I'm feeling it, you know? What about this idea? I know a guy who cuts glass--

Liz:

No! I took measurements, I looked at colors, we *came* here. This is the plan.

Criss:

Yeah, it's just that this table feels kind of uptight, and I think something a little more fun would be a better table. For me.

Liz:

Oh, I don't know Criss, maybe a little more fun table wouldn't be as supportive. What--no, no! We are not doing this! We are not letting this table be a metaphor for our relationship! That's what IKEA wants us to do!

Man:

I'm just not sure that my chair wants to be with this table.

Woman:

Why, because deep down your chair would rather be with other chairs?

Man:

Wow, I think the table needs to stop listening to its mother.

Woman:

Well it-it's just the table thinks the chair takes too many camping trips with Richard.

Liz:

Almost there teammate! To the warehouse!

Criss:

Seriously? Zoo York?

Soundcheck

Pete:

OK everybody, soundcheck for Ms. Maroney.

Jenna:

No I don't want a live band. Live bands make mistakes. Pete, I have made love to Alfonso, he can't keep rhythm. Get him out of here.

Pete:

And that's a wrap on Alfonso! Alfonso Disparioso, everybody.

Jenna:

This is your moment. The world breathes through you. I love you myself.

Pete:

And playback!

Jenna:

Just you and I… ahem.

Pete:

Jenna, you're not singing.

Jenna:

Yes I am. Will build our dreams, together. [coughs] --be all right.

I Love Baseball

Diana:

I'm sorry I was such an Italian in here, but that was unacceptable.

Jack:

No, you were wonderful! The way your eyes went dead, just like Avery's. I didn't know you had that in you.

Diana:

Yosemite Sam was based on my grandfather so yes, I do have a temper. There are a lot of things you don't about me, Jack. In 1978 I was in Playboy just wearing a necktie and holding hands with a black girl.

Jack:

How could I have ever said that you're not your daughter's mother? Those incredible cheekbones, like an evil Disney queen.

Diana:

No, *I* misjudged *you*; the way you broke that man down like a folding table at a dog and pony show. And I am sorry I compared you to my late husband. You are not some liver-spotted old man, contantly spilling hot tea in his lap until his whole crotch was useless--useless! You are young, you are virile, your hair like a lion's mane.

Jack:

My eyes, like two pools of ice water. Uh, let's keep walking. In the cold.

Diana:

Do you like baseball? Let's talk about baseball.

Jack:

I love baseball. Abner Doubleday.

Diana:

The bats are long and hard.

Jack:

The gloves are girls!

Diana:

Balls!

Jack:

Jeter's thighs in those pants.

Diana:

New topic!

Pressure

Jenna:

Ahhhhh….

Dr. Spaceman:

You know it's funny; if those teeth were in your vagina, you'd be considered a monster. Well Jenna there's nothing physically wrong with you.

Jenna:

That's impossible. Why can't I sing?

Dr. Spaceman:

Well, it must be psychosomatic. Now don't worry, that's just a fancy doctor word for 'your brain is broken'. Unfortunately there's no field of medicine that deals with the brain but I can give you a pamphlet for a cult.

Jenna:

You don't understand--this is how I make my living!

Dr. Spaceman:

Like me and my cellphone bedazzler!

Jenna:

I have to be able to sing.

Pete:

Maybe you're shutting down because of all the pressure; there is a lot riding on this performance.

Jenna:

"Pressure"? That's ridiculous! Pressure is trying to pass for four when you just turned seven at the Miss Toddler Panama City Pageant; you're crammed into the same five-inch heels you wore the year before, blood pooling in your toes but you know if you don't win, mom can't fix the hole in the gator fence, so you'll be up all night stabbing gators. Pressure is performing on a party boat that catches fire, your throat burning from the smoke; you still sing so beautifully that it calms the passengers so that you and the crew can escape. Pressure--

Dr. Spaceman:

It's the rule of threes, Pete.

Jenna:

Pressure is singing the Yemenity national anthem while a handsome but ruthless general pushes a scimitar into your neck, Kristin Chenoweth's corpse at your feet. *That's* pressure.This live show is nothing!

Pete:

Well there's something weird going on here.

Dr. Spaceman:

You feel that sexual energy too? Oh, but it would be wrong to act on it. [Jenna and Pete leave the room] Well, it's five o'clock somewhere.

We're Done Here

Liz:

No! This isn't happening. They're sold out!

Criss:

See, this is why you don't just choose one option. We were in a room full of tables.

Liz:

No, this is why you don't waste forty-five minutes wandering around the Valentine's marketplace.

Criss:

I'm trying to find stuff for tonight--for you! Really cool stuff!

Liz:

You still have those salt and pepper shakers, don't you?

Criss:

Well I don't want them anymore, because I'm not feeling romantic.

Liz:

God! You actually got me excited about today. Valentine's is the worst! It's even worse than Earth Day. You just see so many dirty feet in sandals.

Criss:

I don't know Liz. This could have been special. I had stuff planned!

Liz:

No you didn't! You wrote half a song and thought you'd wing it, like you do with everything! I mean, if you'd had a plan we wouldn't even be in this hellhole.

You have no kids,the only thing you like about your job is taking home free sodas, and you're attacking the only good thing in your life because of a stupid table!

Liz:

This isn't about the table. This is about you never following through on anything--*ever*! It's why you didn't finish law school, it's why you still aren't done filling out your 2001 census.

Criss:

Well what race am I supposed to check? We all come from Africa!

Liz:

You know what? IKEA tested us: we failed! Just go!

Criss:

That's a good idea. We're done here.

Liz:

Yeah. We are definitely done!

Man:

Thank you. That's why I get out of the Niderganger in the morning. It's one of our cheaper beds.

Start At The Bottom

Kenneth:

There you are. I think your break is over, Ms. Wassername.

Hazel:

Did I make a mistake, Kenneth?

Kenneth:

A big mistake! Tracy Jordan threw milk at you and you didn't even thank him? How does that reflect on the page program and our mascot, Pagey, a piece of paper?

Hazel:

Everyone here is awful. I need to be inspired! I came here to start a glamorous new life! 'Cause today anyone can be famous; I mean, look at Foxy Knoxy, what did she ever do besides not kill anybody? So why not me? I could have a fragrance or a line of children's handbags or be in a reality show with other kooky, dumb sluts.

Kenneth:

You think I don't have dreams? Last night I dreamed a baby ate my hair. But sometimes you have to start at the bottom. I'd like for you to make a delivery for me. And while you're out, think about how your page underwear has been handed down, page to page, for over seventy years.

Underestimated You

Jack:

So … do you like music?

Diana:

Yes. I have support the Baltimore Philharmonic for years. These days it's just a boombox and a guy in a crab costume. He gets shot out of cannons at Ravens' games. The city … may not be thriving.

Jack:

Well it's not just Baltimore, we live in a beknighted age. Last time I heard classical music on television was Schubert's final sonata in a commercial. Now why would anyone use music written by a man dying of syphillis to sell dishes?

Diana:

Because people are getting stupider. Think how much Schubert accomplished in the thirty-one years he was alive.

Guy:

Coming through!

Jack:

And then there's, uh … this guy. My taxes are paying for your healthcare. Do a sit-up!

Diana:

I really underestimated you, Jack.

Jack:

Maybe we shouldn't talk at all.

Pretty Rough Week

Tracy:

How do you think our boy's doing in there?

Lutz:

I guess it's been a pretty rough week. Yesterday I ate all the cheese out of the mouse traps. Now who would like to continue this magic over drinks? A cosmo's five points? OK … Hey baby's wrong?

I see. It's OK. I have an uncle who uses my discount here all the time.

Lutz:

I'll take it!

The Yips

Pete:

OK Jenna. I think I know what your problem is. It's the yips.

Jenna:

When will Congress pass a law to get those bastards out of our country?

Pete:

No, no. The yips is something that happens to athletes. They get in their heads and stop being able to do stuff they've done a million times!

Jenna:

Like bet me during a poker game at Tony Romo's house?

Pete:

I know you don't think it's mental, but it is. I get it. It's scary to admit--

Jenna:

How would you know?

Pete:

Because it happened to me! I was the best they'd ever seen and I blew it!

Announcer:

Peter Hornberger, shoe-in for this Olympic squad, about to arch. You're going to want to watch this folks so put down that Rubik cube, turn off the Yakov Smirnoff tape, and set all your Swatches to right now. Oh! I've been shot! Someone go into town and find a pay phone.

Jenna:

This happened to you? We have something in common? … Ick.

Pete:

Look, tonight is huge for you *and* for me. If it goes well, it could get us both out of the late night ghetto, because you and me? We're primetime, baby!

Jenna:

Fine, it's mental. I have the yips! What am I supposed to do?

Pete:

OK, we don't have a lot of time so maybe just by acknowledging the problem we've fixed it?

Jenna:

I think we did! I'm cured! [singing] Just you and I … It's worse! I can't open my mouth!

Pasta and a Mouth

Man:

Happy Valentine's to the two lovers. Come into my restaurant for the romance.

Jack:

No, no, no, we're not together.

Man:

What? But this is a crime! Such a beautiful, age-appropriate couple; you are perfect together, you are like pasta and a mouth. Do you not think that she is beautiful?

Jack:

Yes, empirically, she is attractive.

Man:

And is he not handsome with hair like black vermicelli?

Diana:

Yes … he … is handsome, but--

Man:

The only "but" we speak of tonight is the butt of the human ass. Valentine's, she is a celebration of love and sex and touch. Come inside and have the most romantic notte of your lives. We have a unisex bathroom with a--come si dice, uh--no lock and extra mirrors!

Jack:

I have to go check on Liddy.

Diana:

I have to go walk around the park. Maybe forever.

Man:

Darn it. What am I doing wrong?

Realizations Are The Worst

Frank:

This is it Lutz, the IKEA parking lot. If you can't close the deal here, you're on your own.

Tracy:

Back in the day, you know how many women me and Lamar Odom's dad picked up here? And, keep in mind, back then this was a marsh where people came to shoot at fish!

Frank:

There's your low-hanging fruit.

Tracy:

We can teach you no more. Fly, Lutz, fly.

Lutz:

Hey baby, what's wrong?

Liz:

Lutz?

Lutz:

Mama boss?

Liz:

What are you doing?

Frank:

Oh my god, Lutz just hit on Liz.

Tracy:

About time! The last six years has been like watching 'Moonlighting'.

Liz:

Hang on, were you hitting on me?

Lutz:

I'm sorry. I just wanted to have a nice Valentine's day, so Frank and Tracy tried to help me out but I keep screwing up! Everytime I get a good thing going, I do something stupid and blow it! You want to know the reason why Lutz is alone? *Lutz!* … And dollhouse penis syndrome.

Liz:

Oh my god. I'm female Lutz!

Lutz:

I love you too.

Liz:

No! I'm my own worst enemy. Do you want to know the reason why Liz is alone? *Liz!* … Also I menstrate *a lot*. Oh god, does this mean I have to change? Uh! I have to go back and be the bigger person? Ugghhh! What if Criss already left and I have to go find him? It's so cold! Realizations are the worst!

For Your Grave

Boy:

Excuse me, are you Jenna Maroney?

Jenna:

Oh my goodness, are these for me?

Boy:

Yes … for your grave. I hope you die out there tonight.

Valentine's Day With Friends

Frank:

Dude, that was a disaster.

Tracy:

Worse than me trying to send a fax.

Lutz:

Fifty straight Valentine's days alone. … I mean fourty-eight.

Tracy:

You crazy? You're not alone! You spent Valentine's with us!

Frank:

Yeah, two people who care about your sexual needs to blow off their wives and girlfriends! … Oh no.

Tracy:

Uh-oh. Right now, Angie's in a hotel room dressed as a clown and I'm supposed to get into an elephant costume and interview her for a job at the circus!

Lutz:

I spent Valentine's day with friends!

Tracy:

"Friends"? We are work aquaintances at best, at worse we are rivals who inspire and try to make each other better. Now let's go get some tiny meatballs! Meatballs here we come!

Frank:

Meatballs!

An Inspiration

Liz:

Pick up your phone, Criss! Jack, I can't talk, I'm mentally writing an apology and it's giving me a tension headache and I am so cold!

Jack:

I want to have sex with Avery's mother!

Liz:

No! You can't do that!

Jack:

I know. And maybe it's just the loneliness and frustration and stupid Valentine's day, but she's amazing! And come on, didn't our friends the ancient Old Mex bed both mother and daughter to satisfy their jaguar gods? … And everybody loves them.

Liz:

Jack, listen to me, that is wrong on so many levels. You can *never* sleep with her. Never! Never, ever, ever! Never, ever, ever! Never, ever, ever!

Jack:

I get it, Lemon, thank you. Just hearing your labored breathing while you walk up stairs has purged me of all sexual desire.

Liz:

Well, glad I could help. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to clean up the mess I made here with--Criss! You're still here. I tried to call you.

Criss:

What? "Twenty missed calls"? How did that … Right! My ringtone is the sounds of cooking which is perfect because I love cooking, but when I'm cooking--

Jack:

Lemon, please hang up, I can't listen to anymore of this.

Liz:

Look, I was planning on saying, "It was my fault," and "Please, let's get back together", but it doesn't look like I need to.

Criss:

What do you mean "get back together"? You thought we broke up because of that fight? No, that would be idiotic! You wanted a table, I wasn't super helpful, who cares?

Liz:

I tend to care, you kno--. … I let little things ruin stuff. I stopped shopping at Kmart because I found out that Kathy Ireland didn't design any of her signature socks. But maybe after forty years--

I don't know, maybe we never will. Maybe we'll still be celebrating Valentine's together a hundred years from now.

Liz:

Well, do you think our ape overlords will let us?

Criss:

Oh, they'll let you and me do whatever we want because we'll be spying on the rest of humanity for the ape police.

Liz:

Wait, where did you get a table?

Criss:

I made it. I gathered fallen tree branches from Riverside Park.

Liz:

That's where we first met!

Criss:

And the top is a Herman Kadin poster I found in a dumpster.

Liz:

Awww!

Hazel:

Excuse me, I have a package for Liz Lemon?

Liz:

Oh sure, come in.

Hazel:

You're the head writer of TGS? But you're so beautiful!

Liz:

Charlie what now?

Hazel:

I love your brown hair, it's so bouncy, like the "after" picture in a lice ad.

Liz:

Thank you. It's from intermitten washing.

Hazel:

And you own this place? Holy moley, there's stairs?! And a dining room table? Is this your boyfriend?

Liz:

Yeah! He made me dinner.

Hazel:

Mashed potatoes in a martini glass? Who are you, the President? Of France?

Liz:

I know, right?

Hazel:

You are an inspiration, Liz Lemon.

Liz:

I *am* an inspiration!

Hazel:

I'll see you at work tomorrow. Happy Valentine's day!

Criss:

You too!

Hazel:

I want your life. … I will have it.

Liz:

I like her.

P.A.:

Fourty-five seconds.

Pete:

Jenna!

Jenna:

This is a nightmare. My nemeses, Abigail Breslin and the woman from those Progressive insurance commercials, are in the audience!

Pete:

Just--relax! Panic don't!

Jenna:

You failed me, Pete. And when I do down, I'm taking you with me. You'll never work again!

Pete:

But I have five kids, and grandkids can't be far behind. Little Evelyn's so sexual.

P.A.:

Thirty seconds

Lady:

These shoes hurt, mommy!

Woman:

Good! Focus on the pain, not on the fact that, if you lose, I'm going to pour acid on your Barbies. OK, come on.

Pete:

Huh. Shoes. A fire. Sword. It's the pain! She needs the pain to distract her! I need to hurt her but she's all the way over there! How can I possib--? Come on, Hornberger! Archer: arch!

Jenna:

[singing] Just you and I, sharing our love together. And I know in time, we'll build the dreams we treasure.

Going To Do About It

Jack:

Is she bleeding? Looks like an arrow wound …

Diana:

Oh Jack, I didn't know you'd be down here.

Man:

Nice place. What did you pay for all this wood?

Jack:

I don't believe we've met.

Diana:

Jack, this is … someone I saw fighting with a dog outside a liquor store.

Man:

I'm Herb, because you are what you smoke, right Jackie? Hey, where's the head? We're in mixed company but let's just say I've got to go wreck your toilet.

Jack:

It's down that hallway, on the right-hand side. Diana, don't do this.

Diana:

I'm lonely, Jack.

Jack:

So am I. Believe me, I know how you feel, being alone on Valentine's day, frustrated in all kinds of ways, just wanting a connection, to hold someone's hand, ideally when she's wearing only a necktie, but you deserve better than Herb.

Man:

Why's this bathroom full of wine bottles?

Diana:

What I deserve, I shouldn't have.

Jack:

Me neither.

Diana:

So … what are we going to do about it? Oh yeah!

Jack:

Oh yes!

Diana:

Yes! Oh that's good!

Jack:

Oh yes, baby!

Diana:

Oh yes, don't stop!

Jack:

Oh, Just like that.

Diana:

Oh yeah, a little lower!

Jack:

Yes! Oh that's good!

Diana:

Yeah, baby!

Jack:

Oh! Oh yeah!

Diana:

Ahh!

Finally, I Can Say

Frank:

No, no!

Lutz:

Mine! Let me have one!

Frank:

You're can't have one.

Tracy:

Give it to him, Frank! Give it to him, we're friends. You can have one of mine.

Jenna:

And I remember our first embrace,

Boy:

That smile that was on your face,

Jenna:

The promises that we made.

Boy:

The promises that we made.

Hazel:

We made it you and I.

Liz:

Finally, I can say, "Happy Valent--Oh! My legs! Ah! This gets me out of sex.

Happy Valentine's Day To Us All

Hazel:

My god, Liz, we're wearing the exact same lipstick. It looks better on you, of course. I wish I could just cut those lips right off and wear them. Happy Valentine's day, lovers. Happy Valentine's day to us all.